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The following Fanfic Contains Graphic Violence, Flashing Lights, Naughty Language, Horny Humans, Horny Demons, And Is Intended For Mature Audiences.
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Hazbin Hotel: Hell-bent on Salvation
My name is Felix Howler, but most people know me by a far more dramatic title: the Beast of Sin. A rather pretentious title, don't you think? But I didn't choose it; it was bestowed upon me by the sensationalist media and the terrified whispers of those who heard of the things that I do.
You see, I have a peculiar hobby, if you can call it that. I kill horrible people. Not for justice, not to be a hero, but simply because they piss me off. Petty, perhaps, but effective. And oh, the crimes they commit... the world is better off without them, in my opinion.
How did I become this way? How I ended up on this twisted path? Truth be told…I have no idea. I had a normal life once, or at least as normal as one can have with loving parents, a decent education, and all the usual trimmings of suburban life. There were no traumatic events, no inciting incidents that pushed me over the edge. No, it's simply because these assholes have a knack for getting under my skin.
And so, here I am. My body hanging from a chain while the fat bastard who was supposed to die today escapes and my killers... well, they just went back to hell after another successful day at work.
This is the story of how I died…
and the crap that came after.
Chapter 1: One Helluva Way to Go
A piercing scream tore through the air, as Felix Howler finds himself plummeting out of the sky to his death. Crying out in terror and confusion before suddenly being cut short by the sickening thud of impact as Felix crashed onto the unforgiving pavement below with a bone-rattling force. With a groan that resonated through the deserted streets, slowly pushing himself up, his body protesting every movement.
Blinking away the daze that enveloped his senses, Felix found himself lying in the middle of a desolate street of a city that appeared dark and foreboding, its towering buildings casting long shadows that seemed to swallow the feeble light. Above him, a crimson sky glowed ominously, its hue intensified by a sinister silhouette of a pentagram that loomed overhead. The air was thick with a revolting stench— a nauseating blend of rot, sewage, and something metallic that was all too familiar to Felix.
"The fuck?" Felix muttered, arching a brow in confusion at the sight before him as he rubbed his aching head once getting up on his feet.
Glancing around the empty street, Felix caught glimpses of shadows disappearing into alleyways and buildings which was followed by the sound of doors and windows slamming shut. The eerie silence that hung in the air was broken only by the distant echo of his own footsteps as he tentatively began to explore his surroundings.
In the distance, he spotted a tall clock tower bathed in golden and white light, standing like a beacon amidst the darkness. A golden halo floated around its top, casting an ethereal glow that seemed to counter the oppressive atmosphere of the city. As he drew closer, Felix noticed a large clock face with a pentagram in the middle, and just below it, there was some kind of counter with '001' displayed in bold digits.
Felix's brow furrowed deeper in perplexity as he tried to make sense of the bizarre scene before him. Before he could delve further into his thoughts, a subtle whisper broke the silence, "psst… over here!"
Startled, Felix turned to see what appeared to be a small black bunny rabbit in a suit, trying to signal to him. His confusion deepened as Felix stared at the peculiar sight before him.
"Get off the street, you dick head!" the bunny exclaimed, its voice surprisingly sharp despite its diminutive size.
"… Oh, I'm way too sober for this," Felix deadpanned to himself as he approached the rabbit, who was now climbing inside a nearby dumpster. "Umm... Hi there, talking... rabbit. Uh, wha-what's going on? Where am I?" Felix asked, trying to maintain a sense of calm despite the surreal situation.
The rabbit gave Felix a dubious look, as if questioning his sanity. "New guy, huh? Well, sucks to be you right now," it remarked, settling itself comfortably inside the dumpster. "Some free advice, get off the street before the Exorcists get here."
"Uh..." Felix stammered, unsure of how to respond to this unexpected advice. Before he could gather his thoughts, the chime of the bell tower echoed through the city, capturing his attention as the counter flipped to '000'. He looked up to see a hole forming in the sky, and swarms of winged figures descending towards the streets below.
"Too late," the rabbit said, closing the dumpster lid. "Good luck, kid," his muffled voice called out from within the confines of the dumpster, leaving Felix to face the impending chaos on his own.
As the winged creatures flew closer to the city, Felix could see that they were black, white, and grey humanoids with black halos, each adorned with a pair of large grey wings that propelled them gracefully through the air.
Their full-head masks with LED screens displayed various expressions, often a large grin, and two large goat-like horns protruded from their heads, giving them a menacing appearance. But what truly unnerved Felix were the pointy spears that each of them carried, glinting menacingly in the crimson light of the sky.
Before he could heed the rabbit's advice and seek cover, Felix found himself already noticed by the angelic-like figures. Their spears now pointed directly at him as a group of them separated from the flock and soared towards him with alarming speed.
"Shit!" Felix exclaimed, wide-eyed with panic as he bolted in the opposite direction, his heart already pounding in his chest. He sprinted frantically for his life as he darted through the narrow alleyways, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he desperately sought refuge from the pursuing 'Exorcists'.
The alleys providing a temporary respite, their cramped confines offering cover that the winged creatures couldn't penetrate. But the sounds of screams and chaos echoed throughout the once silent city as voices cried out for help and mercy, a chilling reminder of the danger that added to the terror that gripped his every step.
Stumbling out of the alley and into a vast clearing, Felix found himself in what resembled a warzone. The ground was littered with rubble and debris, and the air was thick with the stench of death. Before him lay a scene of utter devastation, with destroyed buildings looming like crumbling monuments.
But what truly caught Felix's attention were the vast numbers of mangled corpses scattered across the landscape. Demonic figures, skewered with spears, lying motionless amidst the wreckage.
"Oh, fuck!" Felix exclaimed, taking a step back, only to feel something squish beneath his shoe. Glancing down, he recoiled in disgust as he realized he had stepped on a bloodied body, its exposed ribcage now crushed beneath his foot. "Ugh, gross," he muttered, shaking the entrails off his shoe with a grimace of disgust.
"Aah!" A voice screamed nearby, causing Felix to snap his head up in alarm. He turned to see three feminine figures running for their lives amidst the field of bodies. Their faces were contorted with fear as they desperately sought to escape until their path was blocked by the looming presence of a winged creature.
Felix watched in surprise as the oldest of the three figures stepped forward, positioning herself protectively between the girls and their attackers. With a determined stance, she motioned for the two younger women to run while she remained behind to confront the threat as more winged creatures arrived.
One of the creatures lunged forward, its spear poised for attack. But the woman moved with grace and agility, effortlessly evading the strike. With a swift motion, she leaped into the air, her shoes glinting brightly in the crimson light, mirroring the deadly spears wielded by her foes. And then, with a decisive blow, she brought her foot down with all her might, decapitating the creature in a single, swift motion.
Golden blood sprayed through the air, painting the scene with a surreal glow. As the creature fell to the ground, lifeless and defeated, the woman stood victorious, a fierce determination burning in her eyes.
As she scowled over her shoulder at the other Exorcists, who now seemed hesitant to approach but also confused and terrified by the sight of their fallen comrade. One of them taking a cautious step back, its eyes falling on the fleeing girls. With their mask shifting to a devious grin, it took flight after them.
"No!" the woman cried out in anguish as she tried to pursue the fleeing figure with Felix watching as the Exorcists block her path, preventing her from giving chase and allowing the one to pursue the girls.
Felix felt conflicted, torn between the urge to help and the overwhelming sense to run away. Frantically, he searched around for a way to intervene, his mind racing with possibilities. And then, his ears perked up as he caught sight of something nearby that could potentially aid him.
Meanwhile, the two girls continued to run, their breaths ragged with exhaustion as they stumbled over the uneven terrain. But their desperate fleeing came to a sudden halt as the pursuing Exorcist landed before them, its spear raised menacingly as it closed in on its prey.
But before the Exorcist could strike, a loud bang echoed through the air, followed by the sight of a bullet ricocheting harmlessly off the side of the Exorcist's head. The creature and the two girls turned their gazes to see a wide-eyed Felix holding a smoking gun in his hands.
"... shit," Felix grimaced, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized what he had just done. But there was no time for regret as the Exorcist diverted its attention to him, storming up to him with lethal intent, which allowed the two girls to sneak past.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Felix panicked franticly, swearing with each shot as he fired round after round at the unphased Exorcist. But to his horror, the bullets seemed to have no effect, bouncing off its form with ease.
As the clicks of an empty magazine rang out, signalling his futile efforts, Felix resorted to tossing the useless gun at the Exorcist, striking it across the head with a resounding thud before it clattering to the ground, leaving Felix and the creature staring at it in stunned silence before facing each other with the Exorcist giving Felix a deadpan expression, as if to say 'really?'
"... Hey! At least I tried!" Felix exclaimed, trying to defend his actions as he faced the Exorcist's deadpan expression, only for the creature to lunge forward, its spear aimed directly at Felix.
Reacting on instinct, Felix contorted his body to the side, narrowly evading the deadly strike. Franticly dodging and weaving, he narrowly evaded the Exorcist's relentless attacks before stumbling over a corpse lying in his path and hit the ground. Letting out a groan until Felix's ears perked up at the sight of a metal pipe lying nearby. With desperate determination, he reached out and grasped the pipe just as the Exorcist grabbed his ankle, dragging him back towards its looming form.
Swinging it with all his strength, Felix swung the pipe with all his might, slamming it across the creature's head. For a brief moment, the Exorcist staggered, its mask glitching as it struggled to maintain its composure. But before Felix could capitalize on the opportunity, the creature regained its footing, its eyes narrowing in fury as it struck back.
Felix reacted instinctively, raising the metal pipe to parry the blow with a metallic clang. He quickly crouched, sweeping his leg out to trip the Exorcist, and it toppled with a heavy thud. Felix leapt on top of it, bringing the pipe down over its head in a relentless series of blows. Each hit dented the pipe further, until he finally stopped, panting, to find it bent and nearly useless. He looked down at the dazed Exorcist—its LED mask flickering erratically, seemingly unharmed beneath the cracked mask.
"Boy! This way!" a voice called out. Felix looked up to see the older woman from before standing in the doorway of a nearby warehouse, urgently motioning for him to follow. He tossed the pipe aside and scrambled to his feet, the metal clanging comically as it landed on the Exorcist's head, causing it to twitch slightly.
Felix bolted toward the warehouse, slipping inside just as the woman slammed the door shut behind him and locked it tight. He leaned against the wall, catching his breath, when suddenly, without warning, a sharp kick to his stomach sent him sprawling backward. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and he crashed into a wooden crate, splintering it under his weight. Before he could even attempt to rise, something heavy pressed down on his chest, pinning him to the ground.
He looked up, blinking in confusion, only to see the woman's foot in a sharp metallic ballet shoe planted firmly on his torso. The sharp tip dug into his skin, and a searing, burning sensation spread across his chest. It wasn't just the weight—it was as if the metal was laced with something that made the pain feel like fire, a sharp, agonizing heat spreading through his veins.
Felix gritted his teeth, the searing heat from the woman's foot making it almost impossible to think straight as if his chest felt like it was being consumed by flames. Looking up at her, his eyes narrowed as he saw her cold, emotionless gaze. Her white irises and slit-like pupils gave her a predatory air, and the red sclera around them only added to her menacing aura. His snarl turned more animalistic as she stared down at him, her presence somehow making the pain worse, as if she fed off his suffering.
The woman towered over Felix as her skin was a pale grey-magenta shimmered under the dim light of the warehouse, and her long white hair was styled into large beehive-like horns held together by thin black ribbons. A dark mask-like marking enveloped her eyes, only added to her unsettling appearance.
She wore a black, off-the-shoulder ballerina-style dress, with white buttons and adorned with sharp spikes, magenta linings tracing the edges. Her large hands, with sharp black nails, shielded two younger girls, both with demonic features, who stood hidden behind her.
The girls were smaller but just as strange. Their faces were half-hidden in the shadows of her protective stance, but Felix could see their sharp horns and elongated, clawed fingers peeking out from behind her. The woman's gaze never wavered from him, her presence suffocating, as though she were daring him to move, to try something, knowing full well the consequences.
The woman's gaze held him captive, her eyes narrowing as she leaned in closer, pressing her shoe deeper into Felix's chest. The sharp, fiery tip dug into him, and he could feel the skin threatening to break under the pressure. His entire body felt aflame, the pain pulsating through him with every breath he took.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice dangerously low and chillingly calm. "Why did you help us?"
"I…" Felix struggled, gritting his teeth as the sharp point dug even deeper, the searing heat biting into his skin like acid. "I saw you were in trouble," he managed to rasp out, his voice strained but steady. "Those Exorcists… they were gonna kill you. I thought…"
The woman's expression darkened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through her eyes. "Thought what?" she murmured, her voice as sharp as her shoe pressing against him. "That you could swoop in, play hero to gain my favour?" She scoffed, her expression turning to scorn.
Felix squinted up at her, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he spat, "Gain your favour? The hell you on about?"
The woman's eyes narrowed, her mouth curling into a sneer. "Don't you know who I am, boy?" Her voice was icy, laced with disdain. She seemed genuinely offended, her pride bruised by his ignorance.
"Should I?" Felix shot back, his voice edged with defiance. "I don't even know what's going on out there." He motioned vaguely toward the door, wincing at the lingering pain in his chest. "What were those things?"
The woman's brow arched, her expression shifting to mild curiosity. For the first time, she lifted her foot from his chest, allowing him to sit up and catch his breath.
"You're a new arrival," she muttered, folding her arms and studying him with a calculating look. "Do you not know where you are?"
Felix let out a frustrated scoff as he pushed himself to his feet, brushing off his clothes. "Not really. Last thing I remember, I was hanging from a chain."
She gave him an assessing look, taking in his battered state before letting out a soft, amused hum. Then she turned and gestured to a mirror hanging on the wall nearby. "You should take a look at yourself before we continue," she said, her tone almost mocking.
Felix frowned, glancing suspiciously between her and the mirror. But something about her expression told him this wasn't a bluff. He slowly walked over, his steps tentative, and stood before the mirror, bracing himself.
As his eyes met his reflection, they widened in shock as he stared into the mirror, his mind racing to make sense of the monstrous figure staring back at him. His once-human face had been replaced by a grotesque, lycanthropic visage. A canid skull now adorned his head, with hollow eye sockets that held glowing yellow irises and black pupils, staring back at him from an empty void. His ears were now long and wolf-like, twitching slightly as he instinctively turned his head. His body was covered in coarse black fur, giving him a wild, predatory appearance, and his sharp, bony claws scraped lightly as he reached up to touch his muzzle.
He found himself dressed in his usual clothes, now altered to complement his demonic appearance. The black zip-up jacket with a grey hood was adorned with small silver spikes on the shoulders, giving it a menacing edge. On the back, a pentagram symbol momentarily glowed faintly, its lines pulsing with an ominous energy. The jacket was paired with black jeans and scuffed grey sneakers, completing his dark, fearsome look.
As his gaze dropped lower, he lifted his jacket and shirt, revealing his furry belly and the ribs that jutted out of his body, visibly outside of his frame as if they were an exterior feature. His spiky tail flicked behind him in agitation, its white tip a strange contrast against the dark fur of his form.
"What… what the hell?" he whispered, lowering his jacket.
The woman watched him, her arms crossed, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "Exactly. Now you see, boy," she murmured, her voice laced with something akin to pity, "You're not where you think you are. And you are not what you used to be. What you are is a consequence of your actions."
Felix took a shaky step back from the mirror, his mind spinning. "I'm… I'm dead," he uttered, his voice cracking with disbelief.
Carmilla's smirk deepened as she watched him, her arms still crossed, the cool indifference of her posture remaining unwavering. "Not the most pleasant revelation, is it?" she said, her voice almost amused as she placed a hand on her hip. "What is your name, boy?"
"Uh, Felix. Felix Howler," he said, his voice small, almost unrecognizable, as though the very act of saying his name felt foreign now. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the twisted reflection in the mirror. "Felix Howler..." he repeated softly.
Carmilla raised an eyebrow, her smirk softening into something almost appreciative. "Well, Felix Howler," she said, her voice smooth, yet with an undercurrent of authority, "I am Carmilla Carmine, one of the few Overlords of Hell." Her words were heavy, filled with the weight of her power. "You saved my daughters. You have my thanks."
"Your… daughters?" Felix asked, confused, still processing the enormity of what she was saying.
Carmilla's eyes softened for just a moment as she looked over her shoulder, toward the two younger girls hidden behind her. They were standing silently, their demonic features barely visible, their eyes gleaming with curiosity. Carmilla's gaze lingered on them briefly before returning to Felix. "Yes. These two are my daughters, and by saving them from the Exorcists, you've secured your place here, for better or worse."
"Umm, sure," Felix muttered, still dazed, his gaze drifting back to his reflection as if hoping it would somehow make sense. "Hell, huh?" He shook his head, letting out a short laugh, as if trying to grasp the absurdity of the situation. "Well, that's just great."
Carmilla and her daughters exchanged a concerned glance, but it was the older demoness who spoke first. "You find being in Hell... funny?" Her tone was sharp, though there was a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.
Felix turned his gaze to them, the sharp-toothed grin still on his face, though the humour was beginning to wane. "I was a fucking atheist," he muttered, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of disbelief and dark amusement. He ran his bony claws through the fur on his head before staring back at the mirror. "Whoa! My tongue is super long now, cool!" He made a few exaggerated faces in the mirror, sticking his tongue out and letting it hang, almost fascinated by the new appendage. "I wonder if anything else got bigger?" Without thinking, he pulled back the waistband of his pants, taking a quick glance at himself.
Carmilla's expression shifted from curiosity to slight annoyance. "Something you can check on your own time, if you please," she said dryly, clearly irritated.
Felix glanced at her with a playful look before quickly snapping the waistband back into place, a sheepish grin forming on his face. "My bad," he muttered, his ears flattening slightly in embarrassment.
Carmilla raised a brow, watching him with a mixture of amusement and bemusement. "You're taking this rather well," she observed, her voice slightly incredulous.
Felix gave a careless shrug, still leaning against the wall, his sharp claws tapping lightly on the surface. "Meh, can't do anything about it now, right?" he said, his voice tinged with resignation. "I mean, what's the point in freaking out over stuff that's already happened? Might as well make the most of it." His eyes flickered back to the mirror, still a bit dazed but strangely unfazed by the overwhelming nature of his new reality.
Carmilla watched him for a moment, the corner of her lips curling upward slightly as she nodded, as if she respected his nonchalance. "Perhaps," she murmured. "But I warn you, Felix... Hell isn't exactly a place you can just 'make the most of.' It's not a joke, and you're not as immune to its dangers as you think."
Felix gave her a sidelong glance, his expression growing more serious. "I'll keep that in mind," he said, though the sharpness of his grin never quite left his face. "So Overlord, huh? What's that?"
Carmilla raised an eyebrow, her eyes flicking over to him. "The Overlords of Hell are the most powerful sinners in Hell," she began, her voice cool and authoritative. "We run our separate territories, each of us with dominion over a particular part of Hell's vast and varied districts. As for me... I'm the ruler of the Industrial District." She paused, her lips curling slightly, as if savouring the pride she took in her territory. "I specialize in selling angelic weaponry, and this-" She gestured toward the entirety of the warehouse, "Is one of my many storage facilities throughout the city."
Felix's brow furrowed, the weight of her words sinking in. "Angelic... weaponry?" he repeated, his voice tinged with disbelief. "In Hell?"
"What do you think the Exorcists are? Those are angels," Carmilla replied, her tone cool and almost matter-of-fact, catching Felix off guard. His ears immediately perked up in surprise, a flicker of realization flashing across his face. "Once a year, Heaven sends them to cull the denizens of Hell. You, unfortunately, died on Extermination Day."
Felix let out a low scoff, rubbing the back of his neck with one clawed hand. "Sounds about right, my luck has never been that great," he muttered under his breath, a bitter laugh escaping him.
Carmilla's eyes softened for a moment, though her expression remained stern. "There's more to know if you're to survive here," she said, her voice taking on a slightly more serious tone. "Hell is not a place for the weak, and ignorance is not an excuse for survival. I'd be willing to educate you, if you wish."
Felix glanced at her, his sharp-toothed grin returning as he crossed his arms, leaning casually against the nearby wall. "Well, it's not like we've got anything better to do," he replied, nodding toward the distant sounds of the execution outside.
Carmilla gave him a cool, knowing look, but didn't respond right away. The day passed slowly, with the distant sounds of the execution still ringing in the air. Felix, though still absorbing the strange nature of Hell, found himself settling into a rhythm as Carmilla took the time to teach him about the intricacies of his new surroundings.
As hours passed, he found himself perched on a wooden crate, lazily watching the three of them pass the time by quietly taking stock in the dimly lit warehouse. The two girls, Odette and Clara, were moving with surprising grace, organizing and inventorying various items. Meanwhile, Carmilla, always with that sharp, composed demeanour, seemed to effortlessly oversee everything.
Felix tilted his head slightly, his curiosity piqued. "So you guys gather the weapons the angels leave behind, turn them into weapons, and, what, you daughters deliver them?" he asked, his tone a mix of genuine curiosity and a hint of playfulness.
Clara, who was jotting notes on a clipboard, flashed him a quick smile, her eyes bright despite the somber environment. "Yep," she said, her voice light but serious.
"We have other employees, but essentially yes." Odette spoke up now, adjusting her glasses. Her voice softer but steady. "We're the ones who handle most of it. We manage the shipments, make the deals, and ensure that our customers get what they've paid for."
Felix leaned back on the crate, letting out a thoughtful hum as he considered what they'd said. "So you're basically a Hell-based arms dealer," he mused, tapping his claws together. "Sounds like a pretty lucrative gig. And a dangerous one, too, I bet."
Carmilla didn't react immediately, but Felix could feel her eyes on him for a moment before she returned her focus to the paperwork she was sifting through. "You'd be right on both counts," she replied, her voice cutting through the air like steel. "It's dangerous, but it's also one of the few ways to secure power here in Hell. The weapons we sell are not just for the low-level demons fighting for scraps."
Felix's grin returned at the mention of power. "Sounds like I might have found a real power struggle to sink my teeth into," he said, his sharp gaze flicking over to Carmilla. "Though, I'm guessing you've already got your fair share of rivals, huh?"
Carmilla's lips curled into a faint, dangerous smile, though her eyes remained focused on the task at hand. "Of course," she replied, voice low. "Hell is never short on rivals. Everyone wants a piece of the power. But power isn't just handed out here. It's earned through blood, deception, and deals. And those who don't learn how to play the game quickly… don't last long."
Felix let the silence hang for a moment, then pushed off the crate with a slight grunt. His sharp grin returned as he glanced between the three women. "I guess I've gotta start thinking about how to fit into all this. Can't just be some dumb brute around here, huh?" He leaned back slightly, a more serious edge to his expression now, the weight of his new reality pressing down on him.
Carmilla's eyes glinted with amusement at his words. "Not unless you want to be squashed under someone else's boot," she replied, her voice rich with an edge of warning.
Felix chuckled darkly, though there was a hint of calculation behind his eyes as he crossed his arms. "Yeah, I get that. Not looking to be someone's footstool around here. Guess I've gotta start thinking about how to make some allies," he mused, his tone light as his gaze shifted to the two younger girls, then back to Carmilla. "I'm sure even the Overlords don't like everyone stepping on their toes, right?"
Clara glanced up from her clipboard, her eyes narrowing a little. "Allies?" she repeated, her voice filled with scepticism. "With who? You barely know anything about Hell, and you're not exactly a friendly face, either."
Felix's eyes narrowing at the comment about his face, his sharp teeth visible in the flicker of his grin. "Doesn't hurt to try, right?" He glanced at Carmilla, his eyes glinting. "Besides, I'm not the type to go around stepping on people's toes unless I absolutely have to." He leaned back, his posture relaxed but his gaze intense. "I I'm not gunning for territory, and I'm not interested in running someone else's show. I've got my own goals. As for allies, well... I know I can find a few."
Carmilla raised an eyebrow, her arms still crossed. "You? A demon who has nothing to offer." Her voice was low, but there was genuine curiosity laced with scepticism. "What exactly makes you think you can make any allies here? You're not exactly in a position of strength."
Felix's grin sharpened. "I've got a little more to offer than you think," he said, voice dripping with confidence. "But here's the thing, Carmilla— I'm not here to take what's yours, I just care about doing my own thing."
Carmilla regarded him silently for a moment, her gaze narrowing slightly as she studied him. "You really think you'll get far with that attitude?" she asked, her tone sceptical but intrigued.
Felix's grin spread wider, a sinister gleam in his yellow eyes that sent a chill down the spines of Carmilla and her daughters. "Trust me, I won't stay a minor demon for long," he said, his voice low and dangerous, a promise wrapped in warning. "I know how to make things happen when I need them to. You don't get anywhere by playing nice. But I also know when to pick my battles and when to let things slide. I'm not looking to challenge you, Carmilla. I'm just looking for a little space to breathe."
The sinister confidence in his words made the air in the room grow thicker. Clara and Odette exchanged a quick glance, a shiver running down both of their spines, while Carmilla regarded him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Felix's grin, though playful, seemed to carry an unspoken promise of something far darker. It was a reminder that in Hell, those who could make others uneasy were often the ones who thrived.
Carmilla stared at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable, then she broke the silence with a soft laugh. "Well, you're certainly bold. I'll give you that. But you'd better remember, Mr. Howler, Hell doesn't tolerate weakness."
Felix leaned back against the wall again, his claws drumming lightly on the surface, still grinning. "Don't worry about me, I'll stick with playing it your way. Just don't expect me to bow to anyone." His eyes flicked to the two girls again. "So, tell me more about these 'deals' you're running. I'm curious how one gets involved in the business of selling angelic weaponry."
Carmilla's eyes gleamed, a spark of interest igniting in her as she considered his words. She uncrossed her arms, stepping closer with a measured pace. "I could use someone like you," she said, her tone thoughtful, though still laced with a subtle warning. "But first, you need to understand this isn't charity. You'll work for me, under my terms. You'll have to strike a deal with me."
Felix raised an eyebrow, his grin still lingering at the edge of his lips. "You're not getting my soul," he said flatly, his voice clear and unwavering.
Carmilla smirked, clearly unfazed. "Then we'll have to come to another arrangement, won't we?" she said smoothly, crossing her arms as she studied him. "The terms are simple: you'll work for me, help supply my operation, and in return, I provide you with resources, temporary shelter, and protection. But, you'll be bound by a few rules: don't bring harm to me, my daughters, or my territory. Do we have an understanding."
Felix's eyes narrowed slightly, the smile still there, but now it was tinged with something sharper. "Unless in defence," he added with a sly smirk, his tone playful but his eyes betraying a hint of seriousness.
Carmilla raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased with his evasive thinking. "Very well," she said, her voice dark with satisfaction.
Carmilla held out her hand, and an ominous white light began to surround it, flickering like a ghostly flame while dark, crackling black lightning cut through the air, surrounding both her and Felix. Shadows surged across the warehouse walls, their forms warping and distorting as if the very darkness around them had come alive. Felix's eyes flickered with something sharp as he met her gaze, his own shadow stretching unnaturally long.
Felix's grin never faltered as they clasped hands, the energy between them surged like an electric storm, wild and untamed. Carmilla's face remained calm, her eyes burning with crimson intensity, their shadows grew more monstrous, their forms more demonic, before the atmosphere settled and the power faded, and the shadows began to recede, leaving behind a tense silence.
The moment their hands parted, the sound of the tower bell tolled, signalling the end of Extermination Day. Felix and Carmilla exchanged brief looks before the four of them cautiously stepped outside into the grimy streets, where the usual chaos of Hell was quieter now, the aftermath of the day's bloodshed winding down.
Above them, the rift in the sky began to close as the angels retreated, fading into the heavens, leaving only a red, empty sky behind.
"Clara and Odette we'll get you set up. We'll start you with some basic jobs. Learn the ropes, and prove your worth." Carmilla ordered, her voice businesslike and focused. "In the meantime, find us transport."
"Roger that, boss," Felix replied with a lazy salute, his grin widening as he turned to walk off, his tail flicking behind him as he goes off in search of a car to steal.
Carmilla's gaze lingered on the direction Felix had gone, her posture rigid, and her mind clearly turning with calculations. Clara and Odette exchanged uneasy glances before turning back to their mother.
"Mom, are you sure about this?" Clara's voice was soft, almost hesitant as she looked up at mother, worry etched on her face. "We don't even know him."
Carmilla's expression darkened for a moment as she turned to face her daughters, her eyes narrowing. "He's dangerous, that I know," she said, the warning in her voice clear. The sharpness of her expression softening only a little as she reached out, gently cupping their faces with her large hands, her touch surprisingly tender. "But I'd rather have a man like that with us than against us."
Clara and Odette stayed silent, the weight of their mother's words sinking in. "And... what about the angel you killed?" Odette asked quietly, her voice almost a whisper as she looked up at her mother, uncertainty clouding her eyes.
Carmilla's eyes flared with a sudden, fierce red glow, her expression darkening like a storm cloud. "Not a word," she growled, her tone brokering no argument. "We keep it to ourselves, and I'll make sure Mr. Howler does the same." She paused for a moment, her gaze narrowing as she stared in the direction Felix had gone. "He may be unpredictable, but I can trust him more than I trust the rest of Hell's... rulers."
Just as she finished speaking, the blare of a car horn echoed down the street, snapping the trio's attention toward the sound. A four-seater convertible screeched to a stop at the sidewalk, its front end a mess of shattered glass and blood, an Exorcists spear still impaled in the windshield. Felix stepped out from the driver's seat with a grin plastered on his face, kicking the bloodied corpse of a shark demon out of the car with an almost playful air.
"Found us a ride," Felix said, his grin returning full force as he gestured to the car, clearly pleased with himself as he opened the door for Carmilla and her daughters.
Carmilla stared at the car, raising an eyebrow. "That... will do," she remarked dryly as she motioned for her daughters to get in. "You certainly don't waste time, do you?"
Felix shrugged, still grinning, as he revved the engine as the group sped off down the cracked asphalt. They pulled up to a looming, dark building in the heart of the Industrial District, its structure half-hidden by steam and smoke from nearby factories. Felix guided the car into a loading dock, the tires screeching slightly as he brought them to a halt.
As they stepped out of the car, Carmilla's gaze swept over the dock, assessing it with a practiced eye. She glanced at her daughters and nodded. "Clara, Odette, get started on collecting the angelic weapons left behind. I'll get Mr. Howler here up to speed on his tasks." The two girls moved to obey, but Felix raised a hand, halting the girls.
"Hold up," Felix called, stepping out with a sharp grin and circling around to the back of the car. With a loud thud, he slammed his fist on the boot, forcing it open to reveal a large pile of angelic spears stacked haphazardly within. He gave a nonchalant shrug, his grin widening. "Thought I'd pick up a few while I was out looking for a ride," he remarked with a smirk, as he began unloading the spears, balancing it casually on his shoulder as if it weighed nothing.
Carmilla raised an eyebrow, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. "Efficient of you, Mr. Howler." She praised as her daughters exchanged an impressed glance before taking the stack of spears from him and moving toward the loading dock.
As the loading doors rolled up, they revealed a bustling workshop within, filled with the sounds of metal clanging and the fierce heat of molten iron. Demons of various sizes and shapes were hard at work, dismantling angelic weapons and tossing the pieces into large furnaces where they melted down and recast into new, sinister forms.
As the girls took the stack of spears off to be melted, Carmilla gestured for Felix to follow her to a nearby elevator. The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside, the transparent doors giving them a full view of the operation below as they began to ascend. Carmilla's gaze was fixed on the floor indicators, her expression turning cold and hard. She turned her head slightly, her narrowed eyes locking onto Felix with a steely intensity.
"Mr. Howler," she began, her voice low and sharp. "Let's get something clear, the fact that I killed an angel is something that stays between us. You are not allowed to tell a soul. It's never been done before, and if word got out… it would disrupt certain… balances."
Felix raised an eyebrow, but nodded. "Fine by me," he replied casually, as though it were no more than a passing agreement.
Carmilla studied him for a long moment before giving a faint, satisfied nod. The elevator doors slid open, revealing a spacious office that overlooked the entire district. Carmilla stepped out first, her shoes clicking sharply against the polished floor, and Felix followed her, his glowing eyes scanning their surroundings.
Carmilla glanced back at him, her posture poised and calculating as she spoke. "So tell me, Mr. Howler. What was it that had you sent to Hell in the first place?"
Felix raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smile. "Well, firstly, can I ask that you just call me Felix? Hate being formal," he said with a casual shrug, his voice nonchalant.
Carmilla gave a slight, approving nod. "Very well," she replied, her gaze briefly flicking to Felix before she took a seat behind her large desk, her fingers gliding over the surface as she began to sift through a stack of documents. "Now, as for what sent you down here…"
Felix leaned casually against the desk, his arms crossed. "Who's to say? But it may have been the fact that I was a serial killer."
Carmilla paused mid-motion, glancing up at him from the documents. Her expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of something dark in her eyes. "Relax," Felix added quickly, raising a hand in mock surrender, a dark chuckle escaping his lips.. "I only killed murderers, cannibals, and other people who deserved it."
Carmilla's gaze sharpened, her fingers hovering over the stack of papers. She set them down slowly, her tone turning more serious. "May I remind you, Felix, you are in Hell. There are such people all throughout the city, even those under my control. I can't have an employee going on mass genocides."
Felix scoffed lightly, a sharp grin still playing at his lips. "What would be the point? They're already dead. I only killed them to stop them from ruining other people's lives. Now that I know Heaven and Hell exist, it makes my little hobby rather pointless, doesn't it?" He shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes flicking to the bustling scene outside the window. "Guess that's just how things go, huh? Did say my luck was rubbish."
Carmilla's expression softened slightly, though her sharp gaze never left him. "Indeed," she replied, her voice steady, but there was a flicker of something calculating behind her eyes. "You've got a unique way of looking at things, Felix. But just know, Hell isn't a place for personal vendettas. It's a place of power struggles and alliances, not some moral crusade."
Felix gave a slight nod, his expression still nonchalant, though he was keenly aware of the weight of her words. "I get it. No more killing just for kicks. But can't make any promises if they decide to take a shot at me." He met her gaze, his yellow eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint.
Felix's gaze shifted toward the distant clock tower, his sharp eyes narrowing as he observed it with growing interest. "Hey, uh, you said the Extermination happens once a year, right?"
Carmilla's voice was steady as she responded, her attention still on the documents in front of her. "That is correct."
Felix tilting his head, a sharp claw tapping the glass as he gestured toward the clock tower looming over the city. "So, I'm guessing that's not supposed to happen?"
Carmilla's eyes narrowed in curiosity at his tone, and she followed his gaze. Her face shifted, the faintest flicker of concern crossing her features. She slowly stood from her desk and walked over to the window, her shoes clicking sharply against the floor. As she stared out at the tower, her expression froze, wide eyed in horror as her gaze fixed on the rapidly changing countdown on the clock's face.
The counter flipped swiftly, the numbers a blur as it ticked downward in a frenzy, before finally, it settled on 176.
Authors Note: Okay so I know I'm meant to be working on Kipo and Owl House but I got distracted...again. But i blame Vizie for not making a timeline of Hazbin and Helluva, So my OCD decided I'mma do it instead.
This is what I made and whether it's correct or not I don't care, worked to hard on it and it's staying. y̵̝̼̑͌ö̴̖̯̽u̴̓ͅ'̵̗̻͋r̷͉̎̅ę̶̥̄̾ ̶̠͔͐w̵̬̗̏́e̶̢̺͆l̷̨̲͌c̵͇͑͒ͅö̷́ͅm̷̮͌̿é̶̟͠ ̵͖̓̎
S1 of Hazbin/Helluva:
December 31 (Initial E day)
January
- Early January
§ Hazbin Hotel E1: "Overture" (sometime in January).
§ Hazbin Hotel E2: "Radio Killed the Video Star" (also in January).
- January 8
§ Helluva Boss E1: "Murder Family".
February
§ Hazbin Hotel E3: "Scrambled Eggs".
§ Helluva Boss E2: "Loo Loo Land".
March
- March 11–March 17
§ Helluva Boss E3: "Spring Broken".
- Late March
§ Hazbin Hotel E4: "Masquerade".
§ Helluva Boss E4: "C.H.E.R.U.B."
April
- Early April
§ Helluva Boss E5: "The Harvest Moon Festival" (Southern Hemisphere, likely early April).
- Late April
§ Helluva Boss E6: "Truth Seekers".
§ Hazbin Hotel E5: "Dad Beat Dad".
May
- May (Same Night)
§ Helluva Boss E7: "Ozzie's" and E8: "Queen Bee" (both happen on the same night in May).
- Likely May
§ Hazbin Hotel E6: "Welcome to Heaven" (happens about a month before Adam's E day).
§ Hazbin Hotel E7: "Hello Rosie".
June
- June 25 (Adam's E day)
§ Hazbin Hotel E8: "The Show Must Go On".